Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.